My mama’s flan

February 4, 2012 § 4 Comments

Today was crazy bag making day, slowly ticking off the items on my must-make list. I made this:

 

Modesty Fashion has the tute for this Anthropologie inspired bag on Cut Out and Keep. Then I also made the final version of the practice bag I made last week, adding oversized rivets this time.

While deciding what handle to make for this one, I’m taking a break to enjoy Number One on my long list of comfort foods: leche flan, the kind my mama used to make. When I was a kid, she’d make leche flan for very special occasions and upon my very persistent request. While I’ve learned to make it myself, it makes me miss home and family so much I avoid making it unless I’m seriously homesick – which for no apparent reason I am right now. So here’s my mama’s surefire recipe for joy:

1 can condensed milk (I used a 395g can)

1 condensed milk can of water

4 egg yolks

That’s it. Mix together till smooth, strain into a steamable container. Steam for about 15 minutes, let cool, refrigerate for an hour or two (or until you can’t control yourself any longer) and enjoy a little sweet taste of home.

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“I wanna go to a place where time has no consequence and the sky opens to my prayers.” 
– Beautiful, India Arie
I don’t know where people got this idea that I am a strong person. Even my closest friends call me the “Cursor”, the one who leads the way. But unlike Meredith Grey, I admit to being dark and twisty inside. I can count the days in my life when I felt like Little Miss Sunshine. I keep this picture of me because at that one moment in time, my life was perfect. On that quiet island, with just 3 of my dearest friends with me (and the fisherman who took us out on his boat), I couldn’t ask for more. On my days of disquiet, I look to this picture for proof. I know I can be happy, at peace and content. I just don’t let myself be so often enough.

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